I am
I am not another drop
of condensation—
a falling tide.
Nor am I the sound
of waves breaking the
defeated, running soldiers.
I am the ocean
herself... the sea
and all of it’s multitudes.
Reflections of clouds and
soaring eagles, the sun
and his moon—
these are simply
the tip of the iceberg
with which you may
get to know me.
It is those who bring sunglasses,
a bottle of red wine, and the air
of an art critic that I allow
a taste, a salty pucker
chance to swim.
And so, if it is you,
I recommend stretching first.